An American PoiluLittle, Brown, 1919 - Всего страниц: 244 |
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... hill in martial spirits . Pray for the Captain , for without him I am lost . - What are you doing this misty night ? Toujours , E. Sunday , October 7 , 1917 . Dépôt Divisionnaire . Dear Mother- A pathetic episode in camp to - day . I ...
... hill in martial spirits . Pray for the Captain , for without him I am lost . - What are you doing this misty night ? Toujours , E. Sunday , October 7 , 1917 . Dépôt Divisionnaire . Dear Mother- A pathetic episode in camp to - day . I ...
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... hills the whine of shells the explosions and the echo . Does that sound real , I ask you ? ― - On the long marches ( I love them ) , at drill or target shooting , I feel somnam- bulistic . My little dog Tray does not bark . Last July I ...
... hills the whine of shells the explosions and the echo . Does that sound real , I ask you ? ― - On the long marches ( I love them ) , at drill or target shooting , I feel somnam- bulistic . My little dog Tray does not bark . Last July I ...
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... hills and God knows where . I met a brave soldier who told me he hadn't a sensation when he went over the top . I'm sure I shall have one that of the uttermost of dreams . Is it a gift - a curse ? I don't know . C'est moi . Chérie ...
... hills and God knows where . I met a brave soldier who told me he hadn't a sensation when he went over the top . I'm sure I shall have one that of the uttermost of dreams . Is it a gift - a curse ? I don't know . C'est moi . Chérie ...
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... hill toward the west . It is cold- an unearthly light on the slopes — and a star as big and calm as a cow is tethered in a faint green pasture . The north is black . We stop to admire the cow- rain on our faces - down the hill to the ...
... hill toward the west . It is cold- an unearthly light on the slopes — and a star as big and calm as a cow is tethered in a faint green pasture . The north is black . We stop to admire the cow- rain on our faces - down the hill to the ...
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... hill . I've been shooting . You will be amused to hear that I've the hardest work to get anybody to criticize me . Everybody is so nice , so polite . I think the next time I shall shoot wildly into the air like Colonel Cody , just to ...
... hill . I've been shooting . You will be amused to hear that I've the hardest work to get anybody to criticize me . Everybody is so nice , so polite . I think the next time I shall shoot wildly into the air like Colonel Cody , just to ...
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Стр. 243 - RECONCILIATION WORD over all, beautiful as the sky, Beautiful that war and all its deeds of carnage must in time be utterly lost, That the hands of the sisters Death and Night incessantly softly wash again, and ever again, this soil'd world; For my enemy is dead, a man divine as myself is dead, I look where he lies white-faced and still in the coffin— I draw near, Bend down and touch lightly with my lips the white face in the coffin.
Стр. 55 - I glance upward out of this page studying you, dear friend, whoever you are,) How solemn the thought of my whispering soul to each in the ranks, and to you, I see behind each mask that wonder a kindred soul, O the bullet could never kill what you really are...
Стр. 217 - Pussy cat, pussy cat, where have you been ? I've been to London to see the Queen. Pussy cat, pussy cat, what did you there ? I frightened a little mouse under the chair.
Стр. 243 - Defeat is easier; one puts on black and goes softly and is more or less dignified. Victorious—one is tempted to get drunk, to be vulgar and cruel.